LOVE AND WAR

EPISODE 1: Elon and his wife had relocated to the USA due to business. The weather was cold, and the breeze blew calmly as Elon contemplated changing his son's college following their relocation. The next morning, the sun set and shone bright, like a diamond in a mountain cave. Tristan was enjoying his sleep when his mother's melodious voice interrupted him, "Tristan, rise and shine!" He woke up, took a bath, and was ready to start afresh in the USA. After breakfast, he prepared for his new college. Before leaving, his granny called out to him, "Would you come to my room to receive my blessing?" Tristan immediately went to his granny's room. She started by giving him words of wisdom: "Remember, first impressions matter. Don't forget..." She read his palm. "Tristan, you do have a life out there; use it wisely." Tristan thanked her and left for college. "Wait, honey, let me drive you to college." "No, Mum, not today," Tristan replied. "No, no, I'm taking you, whether you like it or not, Mum. I'm 17 years old; I can make decisions on my own." "Tristan, I'm 36; I'm sure I can make better decisions for you. Now get in the car." Tristan, getting to school, spotted some kids staring at him. "Just pretend I didn't see them." One of the kids walked up to him. "Yo, yo, yo, you're still a kid; your mom drops you at school?" The rest burst out laughing. Tristan, who was so brave and courageous, who had never backed out of a fight before, said, "You know something..." Tristan went closer and touched his chest, saying, "As my granny once said, 'Bullies aren't ready to learn.'" The bully's feelings mocked; he confronted him. "What did you just say? Wait, are you mocking me? Do you know me?" He cracked his fist, ready to tear him apart like a loaf of bread. "Just you all hold your horses; let me get this on camera so I can show Principal Maxwell. So, you're picking sides now, right? We'll see in the hall. Just you wait." Then the bullies left. "I'm Marvin; nice to meet you. What's your name?" "Tristan Elon." "Thanks a lot, bro. You're welcome. So, can you take them on all by yourself?" "No, just joking. Normally, they would all beat me right there, just that I was holding..." I had to stand up for a new student, and I didn't mind getting beat up by them. Marvin showed Tristan his locker; they began talking. "When the school bell rang, it seems I have a class to catch. Me too." They both departed. Tristan stepped into his class. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning. So, are you the new transfer?" "Yes, of course, that's me." "Welcome. So, mind introducing yourself to the class?" "Not at all, sir. My name is Tristan Elon. I was born in the USA but lived almost all my life in England due to my dad's business, but he got a new transfer, so we all had to move back to the USA." The names were: - Isabella: "Nice to meet you." - Tristan replied: "My pleasure." "So, if you don't mind: your hobbies, favorite spot, color, movies... you know." Isabella: "Take it easy, he's a new student; you're questioning him as if he's in an interview with the president." The name's Max, by the way. "Thanks, Tristan continued. "Well, my color's red, sport's soccer, food... not really. Hobbies... games." Some girls at the back began to whisper to themselves: "He's hot; I'd love to go on a date... mmm." The teacher coughed, "Let us allow Tristan to have a seat." "Yes, sure. So, you can call me Maresca; I'm your literature teacher." Finally, the bell rang. Tristan took his bag, ready to leave, when Isabella and some girl walked up to him. "To get his number... Well, feel free to call me." An Isabella and this is my friend. "We're going out tonight; mind coming?" Tristan thought for a while. "Not really got something doing." "Sure, don't forget to call me." "Ok, sure." Tristan, moving towards his locker, spotted Marvin. And Marvin decided to give him a ride back home. When they were marching out, they were cornered by the bullies. They ran towards the other direction, only to see they were surrounded. Then immediately, some fierce brawn ensured. Marvin and Tristan fought valiantly but they were vastly outmatched. They suffered a brutal beating, leaving them battered and bruised. Later that day, they found themselves in the school clinic receiving treatment for their wounds. As they exchanged numbers, Tristan said, "No problem, buddy. See you tomorrow." As Tristan walked home, he called out, "Mum, Dad, I'm home." The house was quiet for a moment before, "Tristan, is that you?" "Yes, Granny." Tristan replied, "Your mom went shopping and your dad went out." Tristan responded, "Okay, I'm going to grab some lunch." On leaving, Granny called, "The letter P says pretty, so go find your P, my son." "Thanks, Granny," As Tristan walked out of the house, he couldn't help but wonder what his granny meant by "find your P". Was she referring to a person, a place, or something else? He shrugged it off and decided to grab a snack before heading out to meet up with Marvin. As he walked to the nearby café, his phone buzzed. It was Isabella. "Hey, what's up? You didn't call me back," she said with a playful tone. Tristan smiled, "Hey, sorry about that. I got a bit caught up. What's up?" Isabella laughed, "Not much. Just wanted to check if you're coming out tonight. We're going to this new club downtown." Tristan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yeah, sounds like fun. Count me in." As he ended the call, he bumped into Marvin, who was walking towards him with a swollen lip. "Hey, you okay?" Tristan asked, concerned. Marvin grinned, "Yeah, I'm good. Just got a few stitches. You?" Tristan chuckled, "Same here. So, what's the plan for tonight?" Marvin's eyes lit up, "I heard about this underground fight night. Want to check it out?" Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Underground fight night? Sounds like trouble." Marvin shrugged, "Could be fun. Plus, it's not every day you get to see some real fighting skills." Tristan thought for a moment before nodding, "Alright, let's do it." As they walked to the fight night location, Tristan forgot he had Tristan thought for a moment before nodding, "Alright, let's do it." As they walked to the fight night location, Tristan forgot he had made a promise to Isabella to go along on a night party with her and her friends As Tristan and Marvin arrived at the fight night location, Tristan's phone buzzed again. This time, it was Isabella. "Hey, where are you?" she asked, sounding annoyed. "You were supposed to meet us at the club 30 minutes ago!" Tristan groaned, "I'm so sorry, Isabella. I forgot. I'm kind of in the middle of something." Isabella's tone turned icy. "What's more important than hanging out with me and my friends?" Tristan hesitated, unsure how to explain. "It's just... a thing with Marvin. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Isabella sighed. "Fine. But you owe me big time." Tristan ended the call, feeling guilty. "Hey, Marvin, I think I just stood up Isabella." Marvin chuckled. "You got a hot date with trouble, my friend." The fight night was getting intense, and Marvin pushed Tristan to get into the ring. Tristan fought, but ended up taking a beating. As they left the fight night, Marvin grinned. "Guess you won't be dotting Isabella's I's tonight." Tristan laughed, "Yeah, I'm in troblue